poetry
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A FIRE NAMED JUNI
Every night as I lie in bed there’s a fire burning just outside my window. She burns so bright that I can see her past my tightly closed eyes. They say a fire twice…
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The Worst Girl In The World
there have been several times in my life where i’ve felt like a good person. this isn’t one of those times, right now i’m The Worst Girl In The World. my twisted, gnarled, sickly,…
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“Final Notice”
There’s another notice of foreclosure on my doorstep.“FINAL NOTICE” it says, printed in big bold red ink.That’s what they said last time but I tear open the envelope… just in case. At the top…
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FOUND // GOD
(SEPTEMBER SECOND, TWENTY-TWENTY-FOUR) dear red,dear orange,dear yellow,dear green blue indigo violet, // as a girl, i’m a defier of God.// to love me is to denounce Her.// and yet… only you could tell me…
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moonroof
tonight, i sit in my garden (it’s a bench right outside my apartment) and look at the moon, hoping you see her too there’s nobody else i think of when i look at the…
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short talk on a child’s tooth
(inspired by Anne Carson’s short talks.) Valerie Solanas didn’t want a son, but the men of this world are cruel and she was forced to have one anyway. Whenever she would look into her son’s…
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break my bones
the question forced itself into my mind, without my permission: do i want to be loved or lovable? what kind of question is that? of COURSE i want to be loved. of course i…
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two-headed
Tomorrow when the zealots uncover her sins, they’ll punish her just like God taught them to. But right now, she’s alive and learning how to dance. It’s the perfect sort of first time: a…
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“no rest for the wicked”
TUESDAY, JUNE 25th, 4:25 AM the birds have started chirping quietlyand i still haven’t slept a winkthose horrible, horrible words begin to echo in my head “there’s no rest for the wicked.” the shadows…